When you let yourself accept help

This weekend, I was working at the finish line of the Outlaw Holkham 70.3 triathlon. If you’ve ever been near the end of a big endurance event, you’ll know it’s heavy with emotion - exhaustion, relief, pride (sometimes disappointment), all coming out at once.

One thing that hit me over and over was how many athletes crossed the line in tears. Some cried quietly, some absolutely sobbed. And every time, myself or one of the other volunteers was right there, offering a hug, a hand on the shoulder, and a chat. And usually crying along with them.

The power of being open

What I love about those moments is how they show the power of being open. Nobody had to ask for comfort. We could see it, and we stepped in. But the athletes also had to let us. They could have brushed us off, put on a brave face, or hurried away to hide their emotion. But instead, they stood there and let someone else share the moment with them.

That openness of letting yourself be seen, letting someone support you, is something most of us don’t do nearly enough. We tell ourselves we’re supposed to be strong, composed, self-sufficient. We think if we need help, we should at least keep it hidden. But letting yourself cry on someone’s shoulder doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.

Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for yourself is to accept help when it’s offered. And even more brave is asking for help when you need it. Whether it’s a hug, a listening ear, or guidance when you’re stuck, there is so much strength in allowing yourself to be open for connection.

Where can you accept support?

This week, I invite you to think about where you might be holding it all in. Where could you soften a little and let someone support you? Maybe it’s as simple as sharing how you really feel with a friend, or reaching out for help you’ve been putting off.

If you’d like someone in your corner to help you untangle what’s weighing on you, or to cheer you on as you take your next big step, I’m here. You can reply to this email or book a call with me here.

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